Chapter 504 Thrall's hole card

   Mountain giants? People Mengde punched a child.

  An ancient tree of war? The Burning Legion professionally demolished for 10,000 years.

   But you can't stop it!

   Fandral *psychopath* Deerhelm comes up with a pretty crazy plan.

   Even this plan of killing 10,000 enemies and self-destructing 99,000 still needs to weaken Archimonde's physical strength enough.

  Believe it or not? This is a very big bet!

   Gritting his teeth, Tyrande still decided to withdraw the ordinary night elf troops from the third formation.

  While handing over the army to Shandris, Tyrande and his personal guards approached McDonald's group.

Tyrande got off the white tiger he was riding, stood in front of McDonald, and looked at each other, she asked very solemnly: "Lord Stratholme, may I ask, is the Alliance really willing to risk everything to be with the night elves. Fight side by side against the nightmare of this world?"

   "Archimonde? A nightmare of the world? He's not worthy." MacDonald pouted contemptuously and said in Sarasian language: "At least an ancient **** like N'Zoth."

   "No, I'm serious, please answer my question." Tyrande took a step forward, closing the distance between them, almost touching the tip of MacDonald's nose.

   McDonald's is not used to this so-called 'love distance', especially, he never thought of being Tyrande's dried bananas. At this distance, wherever you slap your mouth, the style of the painting can be completely distorted.

  I can't die. At this moment, McDonald's remembered the scene in Zhou Xingye's "Tang Bohu Lighting Mosquito Coils", where Xingye and [Crossing the Wall] pouted in the air...

   His eyes wandered for a while, his deep black pupils focused again, resisting the urge to destroy the atmosphere.

   "What more do you want to test?" MacDonald shrugged: "If Archimonde can't die here, then I'll die with you?"

   The seemingly frivolous words contained great determination.

  Interestingly, instead, Tyrande felt that a soft spot in his chest had been poked.

   She suddenly realized that McDonald's really went out of her way.

   It was just her impulsiveness that she got so close, but she thought crooked: God! What am I thinking? How can I spoil McDonald's "make it happen" determination?

   Before she could speak, McDonnell endured the strange gazes cast by his subordinates in all directions and added.

"Isn't it enough?" He spread his hands: "All the kings and lords of the alliance are here. If we all die, the alliance will lose all leaders in one go. If you feel that this is not sincere, our alliance will There is nothing to say."

   McDonald took a half step back with a smile, and introduced Tyrande to the leaders of the Alliance around him.

  Tyrande was taken aback. Before, McDonald just said that these are the strongest in the alliance, and he didn't even detail who was with whom.

   After a second thought, she understood.

   In this regard, the alliance's organization is similar to that of the night elves, and basically the one who can fight the most is the boss (the ones who can't fight are all dead).

   This is to prevent the Horde from making troubles. After all, the orcs used to be the guns of the Burning Legion, and if the Alliance is backstabbed when all the powerhouses are invested, it is really not fun.

   After the introduction, it was Tyrande's turn to apologize: "It's a presumptuous speech! On behalf of Goddess Elune, I apologize to everyone."

   Flower sedan chairs are carried by everyone.

   The opponent played the goddess card, so the Alliance naturally wouldn't embarrass Tyrande.

   In the end, it’s still McDonald’s running that’s too subtle, no, that’s retreat.

After the    alliance and the dark elf hero reunited, Thrall arrived late with a few younger brothers.

   It's so good to die, Thrall said the same thing as McDonald's.

Although Thrall is sincere and willing to prove that the Horde also wants to protect the world of Azeroth, the same words are said by different people, and they are said a second time. Tyrande's words of determination are loud in Tyrande's ears. Discounted.

   "Thank you for the support of the tribe! Let's put aside our previous hatred and work together!" Tyrande showed a politician-like smile.

   "Okay!" Thrall hesitated for a while: "Yes, I wonder if we will be able to get treatment support when we face Archimonde later?"

   "Our Archdruid Fandral*Staghelm will take care of you."

   Thrall still didn't know that he would be taken care of by the future Fire Druid, and he was still secretly happy.

   There is no way, the professions of the big bosses here in the tribe are too single.

   Warrior!

  Including Thrall himself, all of them are warriors, either defensive or violent warfare, or weapon warfare, and only Vol'jin can make a cameo role in the long-range.

  Saar has foreseen that the pure chopper team will be difficult to play.

   But he can't help it!

  Looking at the alliance, the battle, magic, animal husbandry, thief, hunting, and riding are all complete, or the all-star lineup, Thrall felt a burst of envy.

   Alas, the number of night elves and Horde heroes combined is less than half of that of the Alliance, which is an exaggeration.

   The dark spirit removed the third formation and directly placed the final battle on the open space on the mountain top opposite the World Tree.

  Although Mengde can run fast on his legs, it will take some time to run ten kilometers from the foot of the mountain along the curved mountain path.

   This heroic formation, which I don't know if it's a ghost, is unbalanced at first glance.

  There are too many heroes in the alliance, which is the core of the whole.

  Warriors: Magni, McDonald (theoretically), Arthas.

  Mage: Kai Zina's Blood Essence Big Three, Jaina, Ronin, Calpurnia, Solanlian.

   Priest: Benedictus, Kalia.

   Thieves: Valeera, Van Cleef and his daughter.

   Ranger (Hunter): Three Windrunner sisters, Lor'themar and Brian*Bronzebeard.

   Knights: Silver Four Saints, Lao Mo, Abidis, Bolvar

   There is also an extra Falstad* Wildhammer, who is an Aerial Knight.

  On the side of the Alliance, a 25-person team can also bring more substitutes, and there is also a holy knight, a panacea that can play and carry milk. No matter how you look at it, it is very balanced.

  The night elves have no close combat except Fandral*25.

  The tribe is full of kitchen knives.

  Whether the other two are willing or not, they can only focus on the alliance.

   Normally it is like this...

   Thrall did not expect that when Archimonde's exaggerated figure ten stories tall, bypassed the mountain pass, and appeared on this mountaintop plateau, the guy who used to be the trump card in his hand rushed out.

   "No! Wait!"

   The hero who came from the Iron Tribe this time, let's just say it's a hero, it's a very twisted existence.

   Thrall has been using it indiscriminately, because the Iron Horde messenger from the future has repeatedly warned that this guy has a bad mind, and once he is released, it will just die with the other side.

  Because it lacks enough intelligence, it is likely that it cannot be recovered after it is released, so Thrall dare not use it in retreat battles.

   Now taking it out, Thrall regrets it right away.

  This super monster whose left arm was chopped off and replaced with a big iron hook is the king of Goron [Gruul the Dragon Slayer] who should have been famous in Draenor.

  For some reason, the Iron Horde sent it like a little character.

   Then as soon as this guy saw Archimonde, he went straight to kill him, unable to hold him.

   (end of this chapter)